Age is a Number

Dear Time,

Why do you feel Jealous of me

Hold you back my wrinkles and marks!

Passing days makes me feel

You are leaving on me aging scars

My wishes are alive still

Heart like a busy hare

Roams around in funny mood

Mingles happily in a busy fair

Deprieved of taste, helpless I feel

You stole my teeth and beauty

My heart still shines like a kid

Free to enjoy, bereft of duty.

Worries and hard work no more come

Nor can I do my daily work alone

Bygone days are memories now

When fields and gardens were my comfort zone

Icecream and chocolate are favorite still

Gaming and gossiping my companion,

Friends and family has no time now

To listen to my memories or current opinion.

Growing age is a number though

Lively feels my lonely heart

You still fail to snatch my smile

Even senses gone and dear depart.